Monday, 21 May 2018

A Spot Of Rural Colour.

And it isn't even summer yet.

A delicate balance between the sturdiness of permanence and the fleeting bloom of a forest blossom.
A darling bud of May?
This old Kellerstock has had roots atop the Eisenberg for many generations and thus has mingled with nature.
The belles of the ball caught waltzing gaily along the beat of the early morning breeze.
These mauve mavens are rather reticent, mysterious although conveying a certain degree of romance.
One never knows when one encounters the divine sight of the roaming flock of sheep grazing contently on a steep hill, between vines or along the side of the road. Aren't they spectacular and a great reminder of how quaint and soothing nature can be?

Biggi